A lock and stock magazine going to get it for sure

Memory's a hidden thing in sublimation,
Energy flowing upon a chemical medium,
We harness it to receive our vision;

Did I spy? Eidetic
childhood took me by surprise!
While the world is all but a dying light:

"Knock the world right off its feet
and straight onto its head, book of love,
Will long be laughing after you are dead,
Fascinated by the look of you and what was said."

We can remember so vividly
yet as easily doubt our recall,
I guess all's fair in subjectivity
with its many mendacious tendencies;
I maintain there's more to memory
than this most lachrymose ending
(after which I'll say no more),
For surely we can doubt
just about anything because
*thought is exempt from being.

How can I turn a buck
Into a hundred?
Suggestions
Suggestions

THAW SAW ECNO MORF EHT TNORF
WON  SDARWKCAB NI MY DNIM.
TAHW I  SAW ECNO WON SRETTEL
DESUFNOC EFOREB YM SEYE.
LLIW TAHT ESREVER EB
A EHCADAEH OT DAER
I KNIHT I YAM DEEN A RORRIM
NI MY SEYE OT  NRUT TI THGIR  DNUORA.
  OT NRUT THAW ENCO SDRAWKCAB IN ESREVER,
  I OPEN MY EYES TO SEE WHAT IS SEEN, NO
LONGER CONFUSION, AS WHAT WAS ONCE IN
ESREVER NOW CLEARLY SEEN.

Daily upon the screen
I seeith young men
Sent off to war;
As tis I seeith the greedy men
Getting rich from them
As tis I thinkest,
What for?



CONTROL.......



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Cherish the thought not the attention

Most don't discovereth life
Until their death;
Most don't knoweth living
Until their last breathe.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Fog arose from the mouth of the house.
A door made of glass, fallen to the frigid sidewalk.
Blood— the scarlet liquid that flooded all thought
Grabbed the collar of my shirt and ripped it down
To what it must of been. Life looked at me as a child
Falling through the air as an animated anvil
What it could've been in the faint of night.
That was never true. Nothing could give way
To something so clever and exact.

As crazy as it is I think
I wanna go to work Tommorow because this doing nothing today
Is horrible

•
                                      He is the PERSON,

                                                      ­              That I crowned with my love,




And he is the ONE,

                                          Whom I've proclaimed to the world,

How much I love him,

                   And how much he mean to me,


                                                          ­                                 He is the MAN,
That I have enthroned in my kingdom,


And the MAN,

                             I ever called my king!





with love <3





                                                             © Earl Jane
                                                            ­   ♥ E.J.C.S.

Sometime's tis best
To read the poetry;
Rather than write it.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry